LYRICS: 

“Hey I see you keep looking at me, lemme ask you something.”


Have you got a staring problem? Who you think you looking at?

Yeah I know I’m purdy pretty, now go step a couple back

Before I do you dirty, gritty, like I’m taking out the trash

I pop up, polka-dot you pitty-pussies, knuckles with the brass



Ima knock the block up off your rocker, don’t you raise your voice

I might snatch your vocal-chords out of your throat, mail ‘em to Detroit

I got a buddy on the market who can get me a couple coins

So before you go and start shit you best think over your choice



Yeah Jack Black back with some heads up in the sack

Best to tuck your tail when he come through, cuz he knows who’s a rat

Lurking in the side-streets and the rubbish out back

Puffing on that nicotine in hopes your lungs will collapse



I could help you with that, B introduce your throat to brass

Check the casings for the prints before I load up the mag

Windows already got tint, stained with blood from these fags

Got some issues with my words? Come and converse with the Jack



First I assure you won’t go until I body, then bag

Crucifix your corpse before I throw the head in the sack

Now you’re just another tally that I scratch on the mac

And once I’m finished ima punt the piece beneath someone’s trash



Along with the nicotine, I only breathe on the gas

Wet the sack up with some gasoline and strike up a match

Gazing at the embers in the breeze, I stop and relax

Some people wanna watch the world burn, like your buddy Jack



I was hiding in a bodybag in the back of the truck

Hacksaw, waiting for the signal to pop up and cut

White-claw in my system ima m-m-munch on your guts

Rip jaws, and I’m taking all your heads just to fuck 



So you got a staring problem? Who you think you looking at?

Yeah I know I’m purdy pretty, now go step a couple back

Before I do you dirty, gritty, like I’m taking out the trash

I pop up, polka-dot you pitty-pussies, knuckles with the brass

Knuckles with the brass

You don’t wanna fuck with Jack

Black Jack ll

Feels like this Feat. Riah (Prod. harryarchxr)

The Fog

Lost of words

Can’t make it out (freestyle)

A project we been working on for a while I hope you guys enjoy it. We put alot of time in this song. It’s very midwest-emo about going through changes and wanting to go find a better outlook in life

Just 1 More Time w/ BURNHOUSE

midwest emo rap/ Trying to grow as a person and trying to let go of my past ti be a better version of myself

Poison

Lyrics:

We came close

We came close, connection a little out of tune
Rose gold on the bracelet that I bought you
I’m not bold enough to talk it out with you 
Sitting in the corner at the party counting balloons

I can’t take it back, take it back now
I can’t take it back, take it back

And I’m not mad at you
Cause I’ve had a few
We’ll have a laugh or two
Right beside the moon

And maybe it’ll be a little bit warmer in the morning 
Safely I’ll hold you close in my coat, rain pouring 
And baby if you gotta go, say so, I’m always open

We came close, connection a little out of tune
Rose gold on the bracelet that I bought you
I’m not bold enough to talk it out with you 
Sitting in the corner at the party counting balloons

Counting Balloons

Gave A Damn

irollflow

iAMDUNN, pretty much is my name Alexander Martin Dunn so iAMDUNN. Thanks for listening to my music making more music soon! Stay tunes

The Fog

iAMDUNN!

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